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Baby Tate
Baby Tate
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Tate Farris
Tate Farris
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Charles McAllister
Charles McAllister
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Luke Crowder
Luke Crowder
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Chrystel Bagrou
Chrystel Bagrou
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Kitwan McCoy
Kitwan McCoy
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Kso Jaynes
Kso Jaynes
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Darwin Cordale Quinn
Darwin Cordale Quinn
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C Gutta
C Gutta
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Kitwan McCoy
Kitwan McCoy
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Luke Crowder
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Real bitch Niggas say I'm too much to deal with Killswitch I don't really give a fuck 'bout your feelings I'm real lit Boy, you know I'm one in a billion, billion Yeah All I'm tryna do is ball, ball You wanna come back, I'm like aw, naw Now you tryna say that I'm a problem I could probably never get solved, solved Yeah, pop that pussy like a Faygo Can't stop that, you ain't gotta say so (Can't stop that) At the top, yeah, something like an angel But I ain't got no halo I'm tryna have five rings like J-Lo He ain't my man, he could still be bae though I ain't tryna cook no shrimp alfredo Keep an extra nigga in the cut like Fredo I ain't gotta lie, I'ma give it to you straight up I'ma be gone long, boy, don't wait up Callin' my phone, say he wanna come make up Haha, uh-uh, boy, byе Give me back my keys Givе me back my sweatshirt Give me all my shit 'Cause we not together I'ma go fuck with him You can go ahead and text her No more breakin' up on the regular It's a lesson learned, I'ma let it burn I'm a real bitch Niggas say I'm too much to deal with Killswitch I don't really give a fuck 'bout your feelings I'm real lit Boy, you know I'm one in a billion, billion Yeah Okay, truth be told I'm tryna fuck with you and all my hoes Okay, I've been tryna hold back all that real shit you ain't even know Okay, block game strong But she use a different number tryna call my phone (Who dis?) Now you wanna pull up on me Tellin' me you ain't really mean that, oh (Skrrt) Boy, you can get gone (Get gone) Get lost, baby, I'ma need my songs back (Uh-huh) Baddest bitch you ever had, how you lost that? (How you lost that?) Tryna cuff but you ain't even caught that Ooh, and I'm taking back the chain that I bought ya Know I keep a couple niggas in the vault, yeah You can be mad all you want, yeah Give me back my keys (Give me back my keys) Give me back my sweatshirt (Ooh, my sweatshirt) Give me all my shit (Give me all my shit 'cause we not together) 'Cause we not together I'ma go fuck with him (I'ma go fuck with him) You can go ahead and text her (You can go ahead and text her) No more breakin' up on the regular (Oh) It's a lesson learned, I'ma let it burn I'm a real bitch Niggas say I'm too much to deal with Killswitch I don't really give a fuck 'bout your feelings I'm real lit (I'm real lit) Boy, you know I'm one in a billion, billion Yeah One in a billion One in a billion, baby One in a billion, ooh Huh, yeah See, I think you must've forgot Who you was messin' with Got a little amnesia, huh? That's alright 'Cause I don't got no problem reminding you Who the fuck I am
Writer(s): Chrystel Bagrou, Tate Sequoya Farris, Charles Mcallister, Darwin Cordale Quinn, Kitwan Mccoy, Che Michael Olson, Luke Chowder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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